I just want to disappear, fold into silence, where pain can't find me, where the nights stop hurting. Each evening, the tears come, though I don't know why. A heavy ache gnaws at my chest, an invisible wound that won’t heal. Anger flares like sudden storms — I hate it, but I can't stop it. Small things break me, small words cut too deep. I'm a stranger to myself now, a heart too tired to beat properly, a soul begging for stillness, for a rest so complete it forgets the noise. I'm tired of fighting battles no one sees, tired of carrying weight no one knows. I just want to close my eyes, and feel — finally — at peace.